My hand extends to grasp your shoulder. Did I not give myself in that
moment?

The moment when your hand reached out to caress my hand, before plunging
straight through my heart.

…I can’t feel anymore.

…

Her eyes
snap open, her body starting from the kneeling position. A moment ago, she was
in a deep trance, casting a protection spell, when she was drawn in by the
blossoms.

Pale pink…turning
to crimson red. Was it a dream? A prophecy, a vision of the future?

She
shuddered to recall the face.

She went
to her chair, easing into it, relaxing and breathing deeply, as vestiges of the
vision play against the landscape of her mind. A moment too late, before she
reacts to the indrawn wind, the barely heard footstep; she finds herself locked
in a firm embrace, arms sliding against her bare shoulders.

A low,
baritone voice hums in her ear. “And you call yourself a psychic.”

She
smiles, easing further into the chair against the crook of his neck, murmuring,
“I can’t be on guard the entire time. My strength is limited.”

He
brushes his cheek against her silken hair. “Even if it cost you your life?”

Her eyes
flicker open, levelling upon him calmly. “As if a lapse in judgement would kill
me. You should know better.”

He pulls
away, walking towards the window. “Destiny,” he sneers, “of course. So much for
making your life when a contraption like a bunch of stars has already
determined your lifespan.”

She let
the comment pass, knowing it wasn’t sceptical. “This coming from someone who
swears by his tarot cards.”

In a rare
moment, he looks sheepish. “Self-mockery is one of my traits, unfortunately.”

Laughter
resounds as she draws up to him, wrapping her arms around him. In the moment of
silence that follows, she remains still, merely aware. Aware of the fact that
this was the last time she would be held like this.

Ah, this is what you get for watching anime like there's no tomorrow (I'm a twelfth grade student; I'm supposed to study) Do you see the influence. The cherry blossoms, the occultism and the like? For the occasional reader well-versed with anime/manga, this is straight out of Tokyo Babylon or even X/1999 (I mean, literally inspired by it), before you accuse me of plagiarism. Readers, it's meant to be original fiction, so do not desert me!